So… that was an EPIC FAILURE kinda writing week. I really should have timed this experiment better, because I started a brand new, full-time job and didn’t realize I would have to be up at the buttcrack of dawn to get to work on time. Seriously. I looked out my window and it was dark, then slowly, the day dawned. And that meant, of course, going to bed about 3 hours earlier than usual. I haven’t been up and out of the house this early on a regular basis since… high school. You know. In the days of dinosaurs. heh.
Anyhoo. I’m going to extend the writing experiments a week and/or start the experiment (re)officially today, whichever makes me look less like a putz. ;o)
On the plus side, the dozy morning commutes did lend themselves to pondering about writing, even if I wasn’t quite awake enough to do any. Plus that whole bus/lack of shocks/crazy drivers thing doesn’t really lend itself to being able to read one’s own writing at a later time. I have tried to write in my notebook on buses before and – while technically possible – the hand cramps and illegibility are more trouble than it’s worth.
All of this is to say that today marks my real Writing Experiment #2 start date! *looks shifty* ahem… onwards and upwards, yes? Yes.